Thursday Inspiration 59 — Serena

Her mother curled in an abalone-lined clam shell the day she gave birth to her. Five miles deep, far from any trawler’s net, human hook or harpoon, bubbles streamed from her mouth as her default night vision captured the fluorescent anemone waving welcome to her entry into the womb of the sea. Merfolk grow so…

dVerse — villanelle — Green Disease

We should control our avarice It matters not if kith nor kin It makes our souls cadaverous Our urge to win is sick, scabrous, Where matricide isn’t a sin We can’t control our avarice Our Mother’s become cancerous We can’t tell her bone from her skin It makes our souls cadaverous Our eyes gulp down…

What do you see # 32 — The Precision Photograph

Today’s story has been written by an automatic plot generator. It’s the first time I’ve tried to use one where I’m publishing the story. There is a long line of questions you answer, then the generator pulls them all together. What do you think of the story? To me, it’s funny and not half bad….

#FF — Just Another Day in Paradise

Just Another Day in Paradise She works until 5. He’s hitched the Siren 17 trailer to the back of his 4 cylinder truck, loads the cooler with bottles that will be icy soon, and waits. She comes home, changes from suit to shorts, tank top, and flip-flops; grabs towels, sunscreen, and tupperware filled-with-crunchies and is…

Love Reign O’er Us

A second submission for today’s dVerse prompt.  This song says it all.     love reign o’er us a mist of best intentions saturating all